To my dearest husband,
April 18, 2010, at 2:22 in the early morning hours,
You became a father.

But, it was two days later,
in the hospital,
when we were eagerly awaiting the signal of a wet diaper,
to signify that the baby was feeding properly and well hydrated,
that you picked up our daughter,
placed her on the changing table in our small, cramped postpartum room,
opened her diaper and squealed, in sheer delight,
“She’s peeing on me! She’s peeing on me!”
That was when you became a daddy.

Happy First Father’s Day, to the man we love.